"It will be okay" is what they want me to say,
but the truth is  I don’t believe in that day.
When sun comes out and the birds shall sing.
All I want to do is go out and play on my swing.
But I am scared to fall off, with more scrapes and bruises.
The marks I have from those abusers.
I know I am brave and strong.
I shall conquer  all that is wrong.
So you shall not do this to me,
because I am finally free.
So I stand before you as a strong soul,
because know I shall bestow.